The next morning came as a surprise. I don’t even remember falling asleep. I remember at one point, while I was still inside of Eli and still somewhat hard, I picked her up and held her to me as I laid on my back. When I tried to pull out of her, she insisted I stay inside of her. So I did, and she laid on top of me. She pulled the covers over top of us, and I stared into her baby blue eyes as she stared back at me with a big smile on her face. I remember her fingers playing with my hair and her nails gently moving across my scalp. Eli must have some magic fingers because I haven’t slept that well in months. Sunlight was starting to peek through the blinds, and I knew it was still early. Eli was sleeping peacefully, her head resting on my shoulder and her hand on my chest. I sat up slowly, trying not to wake her. Watching her sleep so peacefully was a wonderful feeling. My eyes traced down her body to the soft lips between her thighs. The previous night’s events came rushing back to me in a flurry of emotions and memories. I looked over at Tiff’s motionless form, sound asleep on the other side of the bed.
I couldn’t help but stare at the bare lips between Eli’s thighs. A faint trace of milky white cum peeked out from between her lips. That was the second time I came in Eli. I should be terrified that she could get pregnant. Hell, I was mortified when Emily gave me a pregnancy scare. I should be terrified that she isn’t on birth control and yet still wants me to cum in her. She should be terrified she could get pregnant. Yet, here we were. We have barely known each other a week, and yet why does the prospect of getting Eli pregnant not terrify me? I knew at that very moment that my little swimmers could be in her womb forming a baby. Yet, something about it just felt right. Something about Eli just felt right.
I started to rise slowly from the bed when I felt a hand grab my arm and pulled me back. I looked back as I saw Eli, with her eyes still closed, clamped tightly to my arm.
“Where are you going?” she asked sleepily.
“I was thinking about going back to my apartment. I don’t want to wear out my welcome,” I told her as I tucked a strand of her red hair behind her ear.
She grabbed my hand and held it to her cheek, “No, I don’t want you to go.”
“You sure?”
Eli pulled hard on my arm, drawing me back down to her on the bed. The warmth of her naked body against mine felt great, and I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against me as her arms wrapped around my neck.
“Don’t leave me, Henry,” she begged, “Spend the weekend with me? Isn’t that what boyfriends and girlfriends do?”
I thought for a moment, knowing this was probably super early for her on the weekend and cursing the internal alarm clock that I never got rid of after my time in the Navy. She wanted me to lay in the bed with her and cuddle while she went back to sleep. I knew I would spend that time staring at the ceiling and walls, wide awake.
“I tell you what,” I whispered, “How about we get up and take a shower. After that, we can get dressed, and I will take you out to your favorite coffee shop, my treat.”
Her eyes shot open at the word ‘coffee.’ The look of pure excitement filled her face as her baby blues sparkled at me in the early morning light. She held her hands out and reached for me.
“Carry me?” she asked in a helpless tone.
It was so adorable, I couldn’t help but oblige her request. Scooping her up behind her head and her knees, I lifted her off the bed. Gently, I carried her into the hallway and into the bathroom. She reached over and flipped on the light switch next to the door, causing us both to blink and rub our eyes. I set her down in front of the mirror and started the water in the shower. Looking back at her, I couldn’t help but laugh at her moment as she looked into the mirror. She looked at herself in disgust as she pulled at rebellious strands of hair. She looked over at me and realized I was watching her.
“Stop laughing at me,” she pouted, “I have bed and sex hair. I look horrible.”
Standing up, I stood behind her in the mirror and wrapped my arms around her chest, “I think you look like a fire-kissed angel.”
“More like a demon dragged through the dirt,” she continued to pout.
“I’m serious, Eli,” I told her as I rested my head against hers, “When I thought I was alone and battling my own darkness, you’re the angel who took my hand and walked me towards the light. Because of you, I feel more like myself. So you can see what you want in the mirror, but when I look at you, I see the angel who saved me from myself.”
Eli’s hand covered her mouth, and I could see in the mirror as her eyes began to well up, “Henry, that has to be the sweetest thing a guy has ever said to me.”
“I meant every word,” I told her before smacking her ass, “Now get your sexy angel ass in the shower.”
She squeaked and bounced across the bathroom, giggling as she stepped into the shower. I followed close behind her, admiring her sexy ass. The hot water felt great on my feet as I tucked the shower curtain close behind us. Eli was already soaking down her hair under the shower head by the time it turned around. Her arms above her head, and head back, it was clear she was exaggerating her movements as her breasts and nipples waved at me. She turned around, bending at the hip to grab her shampoo bottle. Her bubbly ass pushed towards me, and I watched as her mound blossomed out into a beautiful-looking pink flower between her thighs. She was bending over much farther than she needed to, and long after she had grabbed her shampoo bottle, she looked back and watched me admire her body. It was clear she was waiting for something from me, so I touched the back of her thigh with my fingertips and let them trace up to her leg towards her pink mound. When my fingers reached their target, I pushed with my finger a little, splitting her lips and pressing on her clit. When my finger reached her opening, she pushed herself back in an attempt to get me to slip a finger into her.
I jerked my hand back, not out of disgust, but because she got to tease me last night, now it was my turn. Her head snapped around to give me a glare, and I just smiled back at her. Squirting the bottle all over her hair, she started to work up a lather, as she moved her hips side to side as my cock rested between her cheeks. I know she could feel my manhood growing stiffer by the second as it started to press deeper between her cheeks. She bent over again, rinsing her hair again as she rubbed her pink folds up and down my length. Every time she would get high enough, my tip would press against her opening; I sank down a little to throw her aim off. I know what she wanted, and after last night, she was going to have to work for it. Grabbing her luffa, she squeezed the bottle as strawberries filled the air.
“Allow me,” I insisted as I took the luffa from her, working it into a bubbly ball.
Eli turned around, her face etched with frustration. I casually played as if I didn’t have a clue as to what she was upset about. Taking my time, I washed her freckle-kissed skin, spending extra time on her breasts, thighs, and ass, letting the fabric of the luffa tease her for me. Soft, subtle moans escaped her lips as my fingers and the luffa explored every inch of her body and covered her in soap suds. By the time I finished and rose to my feet, the hungry look in her eye was unmistakable. Eli’s eyes stayed locked on mine as I placed one hand on her cheek and my other hand on her hips, slowly walking her back into the cascading water. Letting my fingers reach through her hair, I gently squeezed the back on her neck and pulled her lips to mine. I loved the taste and feel of her lips on mine. Her arms wrapped around my chest as we kissed, and my free hand splashed water onto her in an effort to rinse the suds off of her. I don’t know what it was about kissing Eli, but just feeling the softness of her bare skin against mine made harder than I’ve ever been. The warmth of her body pressed against my cock as it throbbed against her was amplified as her fingers wrapped around me and she slowly started to stroke me.
With one hand, she stroked me, letting her fingers glide across my sensitive spots. I moaned softly as her fingers worked their magic on my shaft. So sensual and intense was her teasing, I had to close my eyes just to not be overwhelmed to the point where I could no longer stand. With her other hand, she ran the luffa across my body, slowly and sensually.
The luffa didn’t miss a spot as she took her time washing me. After washing my cock and balls, she used two hands to work the soap up my shaft, almost making me cum in the process. She giggled when I jumped as he luffa slipped between my ass cheeks. After that, she dropped the luffa to the floor and tugged at my cock to guide me under the showerhead. The hot water was much warmer than I am used to, but that’s the risk you run when showering with a woman. Her fingers, soft and gentle, pushed the water around, cleansing me of the soap suds.
With no warning at all, she shoved me with both hands against the back of the shower. It snapped me back to reality as she held me against the wet, cold surface. She was all of 110lbs, and I was nearly 210lbs. I could have easily overpowered her if I’d wanted to, but the look in her eyes was one of burning desire, lust, and demand. Eli’s eyes never left mine as she went down to her knees, one hand pushing and holding onto my stomach as she dropped. Her other hand wrapped around the base of my shaft as her pink tongue emerged from her mouth. A flick of her tongue made my whole body tingle with pleasure and electricity. She focused on the spot on the bottom of my cock, just below the tip, as her tongue flicked rapidly up and down. Every muscle in my body tightened with every touch of her tongue. All I could do was close my eyes and hold onto the shower rod and the wall of the shower as the pleasure and electrifying sensation consumed me.
I moaned loudly, as she took me into her mouth, my tip stopping at the back of her mouth. Her hand pressed against her lips as she worked my length up and down. I could feel the rings holding the shower curtain dig into my palm as she overwhelmed me with the blowjob of my life. My legs started to feel like jello, and I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last. Already her hungry mouth and soft fingers were making me feel better than a girl had made me feel in years. I couldn’t help moaning out every time she slipped me into her mouth. I could feel her tongue dance across the bottom of my cock. I could feel my tip pushing against her throat. I could feel the suction of her lips wrapping around my girth. I don’t know how or why Eli was so good at this, and at the moment, I didn’t care.
“Eli, fuck!” I moaned out, “Slow down; you’re going to make me… Oh my God!”
She didn’t slow down. She didn’t even lose her stride. If anything, she sped up and sucked harder.
“Oh fuck! Eli, baby, I’m going to… GAH!”
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